Quote by Marcel Proust
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your heart or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Love is a symbol of eternity, it wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
In order to create there must be a dynamic force, and what force is more potent than love?
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone-but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.